Something You Have To Make...it's All Work,

Of All Things I Find Most Unbearable Is The Injustice Of One Generation To Another.

A Perpetually New And Lively World, But A Dangerous One, Full Of Tragedy And Injustice.

A World In Everlasting Conflict Between The New Idea And The Old Allegiances, New Arts And New Inventions Against The Old Establishment.

Old Men When They Begin To Hear The Last Trumpet, On The Morning Breeze, Often Have A Kind Of Absent-minded Smile; Like People Listening. And Their Smiles Are Just Politeness.

For The Essential Thing About The Work Of Art Is That It Is Work, And Very Hard Work Too.